He breaks the kiss, his breathing as ragged as mine. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice rough. "Tell me you're sure."
"I want this," I say without hesitation. "I want you. I've never been more sure of anything."
Something flashes in his eyes. Relief, triumph, desire all mixed together. He steps back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, revealing a torso covered in lean muscle and scattered scars. I reach out, tracing one that curves around his ribs.
He lifts me then, as if I weigh nothing, and carries me to the bed. The sheets are cool beneath me, but he's fire, heat and steel and hunger pressed against every trembling inch of me.
His jeans and boxer briefs follow his shirt to the floor, and I drink in the sight of him. He's magnificent.Powerful. Scarred but unbroken.
When he joins me on the bed, the first touch of his naked skin against mine pulls a sound from my throat I've never heard myself make before.
"I've wanted this," he murmurs into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "God, I've wanted you."
His hands map me like he's memorizing a topography he's dreamt of for too long. One large palm cups my breast, his thumb brushing my nipple until I cry out, the sound raw and too honest. His mouth follows, warm lips and stubble that scrape and soothe, his tongue teasing until my back arches, pressing me closer.
And then his hand is between my thighs, finding how wet I already am for him. A strangled moan escapes me as his fingers slide through slick heat, circling, stroking, coaxing.
"You're so sensitive," he says, watching me. "So responsive."
When he slips a finger inside me, slow and careful, my hips jerk. I grip the sheets, trying to stay grounded, but everything inside me is unraveling. He adds another finger, his thumb working gentle circles over my clit as his mouth returns to mine, kissing me through every flicker of pleasure.
My breath breaks into fragments.
The pleasure builds quickly, almost embarrassingly so.
He watches my face like every flicker of pleasure is a language he's learning.
Tension builds low and hot, a tight coil ready to snap. I whimper, grinding into his hand, chasing something I've only ever found alone in the dark, silent and unseen.
"Let go," he whispers. "Come for me."
I shatter.
It's his command that sends me over the edge, the orgasm crashing through me with an intensity that leaves me trembling, crying out his name. As I float back to awareness, I realize he's watching me with something like wonder.
"I've never..." I start, my voice hoarse, "not with someone else. Only ever... myself."
His expression softens, then hardens with determination. "Then let me show you," he says, voice thick with emotion, "what you deserve to feel."
He shifts down my body, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my belly, then lower. I gasp as he parts my thighs again, the sudden rush of cool air on wet skin making me shiver.
"Ethan, you don't have to..."
"I want to," he cuts me off, his hands spreading across my thighs. "I need to taste you."
The first touch of his tongue against me has me arching off the bed. He holds my hips down, licking into me with the same focused intensity he brings to everything he does. It's too much and not enough all at once. His tongue circlesmy clit, then flattens against it, then dips inside me. I'm a mess of sensation, of pleasure so acute it borders on pain.
The second orgasm hits me harder than the first, a supernova exploding behind my eyelids. I cry out, hands fisting in the sheets, in his hair, anywhere I can hold on as the waves of pleasure crash through me.
He rises above me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so smug and satisfied that I would laugh if I had the breath for it.
"I've wanted to do that since the first time I saw you," he confesses, positioning himself between my thighs.
"Protection?" he asks, voice gravel and restraint.
"I'm on the pill," I whisper. "I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone in years."
He nods, his gaze holding mine. "So am I. And I've never done this without one. But I want to feel you. All of you."
